Straight hair, brown eyes, Alice bands, and ballet shoes,
Doc martens, vintage dresses, denim jackets covered with badges,
Checked trousers, black jeans and band t-shirts,
Fluffy blankets, dogs, warm fires and chocolate,
Sunrises seen from the bus stop in the early mornings,
Late nights spent reading, the smell of new books, a comforting cup of tea,
Singing at the top of my lungs, dancing in the dark, a hopeless romantic,
Deep conversations, panicked tears, rants about anything and everything,
Cold English rain, forgetting a coat, getting soaked,
The only one enjoying history, oversized jumpers, dreams of Oxford,
Headphones on, music blaring, attempting to play guitar,
Never remembering sunglasses, squinting through the sun, toes in the sand,
And head in the clouds.
YOU ARE READING
The Abyss
PoetryA bunch of poems I've written... Not many of these are actually about me, just things I've thought up.
